Chapter 29 Morning Dew Seventh 2

The guy said: "Don't worry, I'm about to say it. It's all dead. I said escaped disaster is temporary. After a few years, the master Chang Ping died. This time, the death was even more terrifying. , was killed by someone with a sword Lingchi! What is Lingchi's method of death? I don't need to tell you, that is, take a knife and a sword, and slash people's bodies at once, slashing 3,600 knives until all the flesh is cut off. Leftover bones..."

Of course, Wei Wuxian didn't know what Ling Chi was. If he wanted to write a book called "Thousands of Miserable Deaths", no one was more qualified to write it than him. He raised his hand and said, "I understand. Brother, you know that. I don't know why the Chang family was destroyed?"

The guy said: "I heard that it was deliberately designed by fellow cultivators. That's for sure! Otherwise, a group of big living people, or big living people who can cultivate immortals, how can they not escape? It must be trapped by something or someone. It's inside."

The owner of the wine shop was afraid that they would not have a good chat, so he also brought two small plates of peanuts and melon seeds. Wei Wuxian nodded his thanks, and continued to ask while nibbling on melon seeds, "Have you found out what it is or who it is?"

The guy haha ​​said: "Young master, isn't that a joke? What about the group of uncles flying around in the sky, how can we make a living in this mess, you are all cultivators, you should know better than me. I only heard vaguely, it seems that I have offended someone who shouldn't be offended! Anyway, since then, no one cares about the monsters and ghosts in this area of ​​Yueyang."

Wei WuXian pondered, "People who shouldn't be offended?"

"Not bad, not bad." The guy ate two peanuts: "The favors and grievances of these noble families are also very complicated. I thought about it, the Chang family must be targeted by the rest of the cultivators. It is not common to kill people and win treasures. Those storytellers all say that, and so does the romance of legends. Although I don't know who it is, it seems to be related to a well-known big devil."

Wei WuXian smiled and brought the wine bowl to his lips, squinting at him, "I guess, you don't know who this big devil is?"

The guy was amused: "You are wrong. I know this, it seems to be called an old monster... Oh, Patriarch, Patriarch of Yiling!"

Wei Wuxian took a sip and spit out a bunch of bubbles in the wine bowl: "What?"

Is it him again? !

The guy said with certainty, "Yes, that's right! His surname is Wei, and he seems to be called Wei Wuqian. When others mention him, they both hate and fear him!"

"..."

Wei Wuxian pondered over and over, and was convinced of two things: first, he never came to Liyang before his death; second, not one of the people he killed was killed by Lingchi. He felt absurd, and turned to look at Lan Wangji, as if to ask him for an explanation. Lan Wangji waited for him for a long time, and said, "Let's go."

Wei Wuxian immediately understood that Lan Wangji had something to say about this, and it was not convenient to say it in front of others at the restaurant. He got up and said, "Let's go first, settle the bill...Is it settled? Little brother, put the wine you bought here first, and then continue to drink it when we finish our business." what."

The guy had already eaten half the plate of peanuts, and shouted: "How can it be! The shop is innocent. You can rest assured here, and we won't close the shop until you come back. Hey, two sons, do you want to do it now? Did you go to Changzhai? Wow, that's amazing, I haven't been there before! I only dare to look at it from a distance, are you two going in? What are you going to do?"

Wei WuXian said, "We are just, from a distance, sneaking a glimpse."

This young man has a lively personality and is very familiar with him. After talking for a while, he would not treat him as an outsider, and leaned over to take Wei Wuxian's shoulder: "Are you two doing this hard work? Do you earn a lot? It must be a lot, right? So decent. Let me ask you something, is it difficult to get started? I…”

He was chattering, suddenly closed his mouth, looked over there in fear, and whispered: "Master, the person next to you... why are you staring at me?"

Wei Wuxian followed his gaze, just in time to see Lan Wangji turn his head to stand up and walk out of the restaurant. He said: "Oh, he, my friend has been taught strictly since he was a child, and he doesn't like seeing people hooking their shoulders in front of him. Isn't it a bit strange?"

The guy took his hand back angrily and said in a low voice, "It's weird. Looking at his eyes, those who didn't know thought it was his wife who hooked my shoulders on my back..."

With Lan WangJi's ear, it was absolutely impossible to keep his voice low so he couldn't hear it. I don't know how he felt at the moment. Wei WuXian couldn't help but laugh until he was hurt, and said to the man, "I've finished drinking a jar."

Buddy: "What?"

Wei Wuxian pointed to himself, "Stand."

The little guy just remembered what he said, "I can still stand with your last name after drinking", and hurriedly said: "Oh oh... oh oh oh! This is... amazing! It's not me blowing it, I'm the first Once I saw that I had finished drinking a jar and stood firm and my tongue was not knotted. What's your surname, sir?"

Wei WuXian said, "I..." After thinking about the "Wei Wuqian" this guy said just now, he twitched the corners of his mouth and answered calmly, "The last name is Lan."

The guy is also cheeky, and said loudly without changing his face: "Yes, from today onwards, my surname is Lan!"

Beneath the bright red wine towel, Lan Wangji's back seemed to be less stable for a moment. Wei Wuxian grinned wickedly, walked up with his hands behind his back, and patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you for your kindness in billing. I asked him to take your surname."

Out of the city, the two walked in the direction the guy pointed. There were fewer pedestrians and more trees, and Wei WuXian asked, "Why didn't you let me continue to ask?"

Lan Wangji said, "I suddenly remembered that I have heard about the matter of the Yueyang Chang Clan. So I don't need to ask again."

Wei WuXian said, "Before you tell me, let me ask you a question. You can confirm it for me, so what, it wasn't me who destroyed the Chang family, right?"

Not to mention that he died a long time ago ten years ago, and his soul is also very peaceful, so he wouldn't kill him and destroy the whole family. He still can't remember!

Lan Wangji said, "No."

Wei WuXian said, "Oh." It seemed that he had returned to a certain period of his life when everyone shouted and beat up, and the rats in the gutter were inferior. He could be counted for any bad things, and the feces could be deducted at will. The grandson of the old man next door lost three pounds without eating because he was frightened by the story of the Yiling ancestor instigating the ghost general to kill.

Unexpectedly, Lan WangJi said again: "It wasn't you who killed it, but it has something to do with you."

Wei WuXian asked, "What's the connection?"

Lan Wangji said: "There are two connections. First, there is a person involved in this matter, and this person has quite a relationship with your mother."

Wei Wuxian stopped.

He didn't know what to feel in his heart, and he didn't know what to say on his face, he hesitated: "...my mother?"

Wei Wuxian is the son of Wei Changze, a servant of the Yunmeng Jiang clan, and Zangse Sanren, a Taoist from Yunyou. Jiang Fengmian and his wife were both acquainted with his parents, but Jiang Fengmian seldom remembered his old friends, and Jiang Fengmian's wife, Yu Ziyuan, never spoke to him well, and told him to get out of the ancestral hall and stay away from Jiang Cheng without whipping him a few times. A little is fine. Many things about his parents were told to him by others, and he actually didn't know much more than others.

Lan Wangji also stopped, turned to look at him, and said, "Have you heard the name of Xiao Xingchen?"

Wei Wuxian thought about it seriously, and said, "Never."

Lan Wangji said, "It's never been right. This person became famous just twelve years ago. No one mentions it anymore."

Twelve years ago, it was exactly one year after the massacre of the mass graves in Yiling, and I just missed it. Wei Wuxian asked, "Which mountain is the mountain, and who is the teacher?"

Lan Wangji said, "I don't know where the mountains are. I am a teacher of Taoism. Xiao Xingchen is a disciple of Baoshan."

Only now did Wei Wuxian know why he said that this person had a lot of connections with his mother. He said, "So, this Xiao Xingchen is my uncle."

Zangse Sanren also came from Baoshan Sanren.

This Baoshan Sanren is a recluse from the world. It is said that he was a monk who debuted at the same time as Wen Mao, Lan An and others. The famous people of that generation have long since disappeared, and only Baoshan scattered people, rumors have not yet fallen. If this is the case, it should be hundreds of years old, which shows that it is necessary to cultivate. Back then, with Wen Mao as the head, the clan was prospered and the sect declined, and the immortal-cultivation forces linked by blood relationship sprang up like mushrooms after rain. All monks who are slightly famous have established their ancestors. But this master chose to retreat into the mountain, and the Taoist name Baoshan. No one knows which mountain he is holding. Having said that, it is because no one knows, so it is called retreat. If you can find it easily after retiring, then it is not called reclusive.

This senior lived in seclusion on an unknown fairy mountain, and would often quietly carry some lonely children up the mountain as apprentices. But all the apprentices have to swear: in this life, they will only devote themselves to cultivating the Tao, and they will not go down the mountain or enter the world. Otherwise, no matter what the reason is, you will never come back from now on. Self-reliance, crawling and rolling in the red dust, has nothing to do with the division.

Everyone knows the Tao, Baoshan Sanren is indeed a master of Taoism, and this rule is very prescient. Because for hundreds of years, she had only three apprentices out of the mountain: Taoist Yanling, Zangse Sanren, and Xiao Xingchen. Three apprentices, all of them will not end well.

Wei Wuxian knew the fate of the first two apprentices since he was a child, so he didn't need to listen to them anymore. So, what Lan Wangji told him in a succinct manner was the deeds of his uncle in the end.

Xiao Xingchen was only seventeen years old when he came out of the mountain. Although Lan Wangji had never met him, he had heard of his demeanor from others.

At that time, a few years after the end of the Sun Shooting Conquest, the siege and suppression of the mass graves in Yiling had just passed the limelight, and major families were rampant, recruiting talents everywhere for their own use. Xiao Xingchen came out of the mountains with the idea of ​​saving the world. He had excellent aptitude, and learned from masters. His first night hunting, with a tail whisk and a long sword, he climbed the mountain alone and came out on top. He became famous in one battle.

When all the families saw this young Taoist with a clear appearance and a successful cultivation, they were greatly heartbroken and sent invitations one after another. However, Xiao XingChen politely declined all of them, clearly saying that he did not want to be attached to any noble family, but together with a close friend, he was determined to build a brand new sect that did not value blood ties.

This human nature is like a pampas grass, with a heart like a rock, soft on the outside and firm on the inside, and clean and self-righteous. At that time, when anyone had something difficult or difficult to solve, the first thing that came to his mind was to ask for his help, and he never refused, so his reputation was excellent.

It was at that time that the Liyang Chang Clan's annihilation case happened.